“What’s your name, anyhow?” He asked, the shakiness of his voice gone, the grimace wiped from his face, his body language totally relaxed.
    “I’m Stella,” I said slowly. “Abbott.” I added my last name, hoping it would seal my credibility as a official wizard. What was an official wizard to these people, anyway?
    “I’m Tom Fountain,” he said, after nodding at the sound of my name. “Nice to formally meet you, girl who saved my life.”